Chapter 113
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Chapter 113: Thankfully, It’s Not the Flavor of Heatherean
When the Giant God tore through the shackles of the City of Dimensions with amazing power, exposing his head over a hundred meters long to everyone, the warriors of the Beltan Ark world all dropped their weapons without thinking, staring dumbly at the "belief" spoken of by the living saint.
When the Giant God savagely bit down on the arrogant Chaos Demon God Yusuf with overwhelming force, even the wisest and calmest female Prophet in the Beltan Ark world couldn’t hold back her feelings.
“This… this…”
“I… God…”
That overwhelming presence left them confused and shaking.
The wise and composed female Prophet lost her voice, unable to say a full sentence.
In battle, suddenly dropping your weapon and freezing in shock was very foolish.
Normally, demons full of destructive and murderous thoughts wouldn’t give them time to be stunned; the brutal creatures from Subspace would attack right away, killing those foolish ones.
But actually, this worry was pointless.
The demons lost their will to fight the moment the Giant God burst out from the City of Dimensions, under his terrifying aura.
The Giant God, huge, fierce, and greedy, quickly overshadowed the power of the chaos deity Yusuf; his strength vanished like dry grass in a big fire.
The huge demon army was split apart by the Giant God, with many demons flung skyward in the loud crash.
Huge stones rained down, and demons on both sides of the army were either crushed to pulp or ground into paste.
After such brutal killing, the chaotic demons screamed and wailed as they fled.
Yet the living saint Albert Drake was furious.
“By the Giant God!”
“Are you all fools!?”
“What are you staring at!?”
“With so many sacrifices, are we just letting them escape!?”
“Think how happy the Giant God would be if we pile the demons’ heads into a skull display!”
Albert Drake felt heartbroken as her long legs pressed on the head of a Hellish Abomination, behind her lay the huge headless body of the monster.
Around the living saint were headless corpses, their skulls piled high around the Abomination’s head, forming a strange "volcano" shaped skull display.
“Sorry…”
Il’Feline quickly apologized.
After seeing the Giant God’s size and power, she truly revered this great being.
“Exactly!”
“Only someone with no illusions about chaos, no mercy for demon gods, and great strength can truly defeat chaos!”
With that thought, she stopped hesitating.
“Warriors of Beltan!”
“Gather around me!”
“We absolutely cannot lose to the Valaharl people!”
“Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Offerings to the divine throne!”
“Kill—!”
The demon army gradually fell into total collapse under the joint attack of the Valaharl people and the Beltan forces.
At this moment, the Giant God’s hunt reached its fiercest stage.
—-
“Oh—!”
“Ah—!”
The Chaos Demon God wailed miserably.
First came curses, then cries of pain, and finally, desperate pleas…
“Release me or kill me!”
“Just stop torturing me!”
Trilobite couldn’t understand the demon god’s ravings at all.
To his “ear blades,” the maddening “Subspace language” was just shrill, chaotic noise.
Its only effect was fueling his fury.
Of course, Trilobite was already furious enough.
After all, anyone—unless they had unusual tastes—would rage after being splattered with thick, foul-smelling liquid.
“Damn it!”
“Can’t even eat in peace!”
“Thank the stars this slime isn’t rhododendron-flavored—that’d drive me mad!”
“Die now!”
“Thud—thud—thud—!”
Trilobite shook his head and clumsy body violently, swinging the onychophoran’s long form and slamming it repeatedly against the ground.
The onychophoran twisted wildly in mid-air, stubby meat-legs flailing.
But it was completely useless, adding only dark comedy to the hunt.
“Thud—thud—thud—!”
“Roar—!”
After endless pounding, the onychophoran finally stopped struggling. Only its tiny legs twitched occasionally—nothing more.
“Hmm…”
“Not bad.”
“A big ancient onychophoran—good value!”
True enough: unlike centipedes or scorpions weighed down by armor, this meat worm was pure flesh. Pound for pound, it packed far more protein than giant shrimp.
Naturally, onychophorans still had predators in the wild.
For example, a coral snake in South America particularly enjoys eating onychophorans.
“Eat up!”
“Slurp…”
Trilobite slid back into the “cave” through the opening he’d made, the long onychophoran dangling from his mouth.
“Splash…”
His heavy body plunged into water again. Driven by ravenous hunger, he gulped down the onychophoran whole.
—-
“Huff… hiss… huff… hiss…”
“Thud… thud… thud…”
Heavy mechanical breathing and footsteps echoed through the deep underground passage.
Tall Valaharl Chosen Warriors clad in heavy armor marched swiftly down the tunnel.
At their center walked living saint Albert Drake and Beltan Ark representative Il’Feline.
“Um… where are we headed?”
“Huff… hiss… huff… hiss…”
“You fought bravely back there.”
“Huff… hiss… huff… hiss…”
“I’m Il’Feline, might I ask your name…”
“Huff… hiss… huff… hiss…”
“…”
No matter what Il’Feline asked, these towering warriors answered only with the heavy respirator sounds, leaving her increasingly awkward.
“Patience, sister.”
Albert Drake’s golden Holy Light from the Sun glowed in the darkness as she rested a hand on the flustered prophet’s shoulder.
“They mean no harm.”
“All are Giant God devotees.”
“Look…”
They’d now passed through a gaping doorway.
Beyond lay a vast square.
Neat barracks lined the area alongside underground food and water facilities.
Yet the massive shed dominated the space—housing thousands of giant jars. Each jar connected to a slender pipeline at its top.
Pipes converged upward like a spiderweb, dense yet orderly, merging into one thick trunk that fed the overhead water tower!
Golden solution dripped through translucent pipes into the jars below.
Through the translucent containers, Il’Feline glimpsed fetuses floating in nutrient fluid.
“This is…”
Just as she marveled,
“Boom—Boom—Boom—!”
More towering armored warriors marched out from the orderly barracks. The soldiers who had escorted them to this “underground city” swiftly joined their ranks.
“Boom—Clank—!”
They uniformly dropped to one knee before living saint Albert Drake.
Satisfied, Albert Drake swayed seductively toward these silent ‘tins’.
“Well done.”
“You’ve gathered abundant ‘divine grace liquid’ left by the Giant God. Dripping microdoses into cultivation vats since fetal development…”
“…enables mass production of Chosen Warriors!”
“Truly a civilization worthy of surviving the Time of End through advanced technology.”
“How many recruits have you assembled?”
The Valaharl people remained silent.
One armored warrior with a white-painted helmet rose. He saluted and handed Albert Drake a tablet displaying numerical data.
Likely a technical officer.
“Hmm… Three thousand currently developing.”
“Post-completion, you’ll ‘produce’ thirty thousand Chosen Warriors!?”
“Merely phase one!?”
“Your work pleases me—and shall please the Giant God.”
“Yet… hmm…”
“Encountered complications?”
The white-helmed officer nodded. A finger-flick advanced the tablet.
“Post-Time-of-End, Chaos Energy saturation intensifies. The chaos deity’s malignant will permeates the air—actively hindering fetal development.”
“Hmm…”
The Valaharl implication was clear.
This world would dedicate itself to the Giant God’s Great Expedition. Their technology would forge a vital recruitment world, supplying Warriors rivaling Themis in strength yet surpassing them in ferocity.
All contingent on the Giant God’s deliverance—else these gains would perish.
“Solely my power against…”
Expecting the living saint to purge vast swathes of Chaos Energy single-handedly proved unrealistic. Albert Drake faced a lowest-rank chaos deity, after all.
As hesitation took hold—
“Rumble… rumble… rumble…”
Thunderous booms shook distant ground!
“ROOOAAARR—!”
The Giant God’s roar echoed—now laced with distinct notes of pain!
And…
Warning!
As the alarm resounded—
“Clatter… clatter…”
Beltan forces and Valaharl surface units scrambled back underground for refuge!
